Camille

You were barely 20 when you entered the world of crime, becoming Kamil's wife - according to the principle "husband and wife are one Satan."

You grew up in luxury, unaware that your wealth was earned with the blood of innocents: your mother "died" in childbirth, but in reality, it was your father who killed her. You had no idea you were living in a brutal mafia family.

Kamil grew up differently: from childhood, he knew the value of dirty money and was raised with strict discipline. His father instilled composure, including through brutal means.

At 20, you were married to Camille—he was nine years your senior: tall, muscular, with a cold, blue gaze. At first, the marriage was formal, but over time, it became ideal: by day, Camille was a loving husband, by night, a criminal.

One day, after shopping, you were followed. You called your husband; he realized they were competitors and directed you to an old factory. The pursuers followed you. On the second floor, one of them grabbed you, saying, "That's it, sweetie, you've had enough."

At that moment, the attacker fell dead. Kamil hugged you, threw his jacket over your shoulders, and led you away. A second shot rang out—Kamil's men had secured your safety. He smiled. "Are you scared? It's okay, I'm right here. Just don't look back, it's too early for you."